Isn't all art inspired by some kind of first-hand experience? When you come to think of it, whether you live it or hear of it in an involved way, its equally first-hand in the way you are affected by it, right?
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No. If you hear of it, it is a second-hand experience.
ah! perhaps you are too scientific my friend... let me just say, if I wanted to elucidate, I would've... you need to know me a while before I would... thanks for taking the time to visit.
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morning comes she stands akimbo spewing wrath at the mere hint of weakness
in all aplomb yet in limbo for her free path is strewn with the lint of amorousness
her heart's aflutter it spies an angel amidst blissful snores morning breath smelly farts et al
the love-laced clutter of her mind is in danger as her spirit soars in a lustful spate only to fall
a welcome quagmire beckons and embraces sucking her in to notorious places
after all she thinks freedom is lackluster until it goads fettered passion to fester
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7:24 AM EST
Thanks Marco! :)
10:40 AM EST
Is this inspired by a first-hand experience?
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1:42 PM EDT
Isn't all art inspired by some kind of first-hand experience? When you come to think of it, whether you live it or hear of it in an involved way, its equally first-hand in the way you are affected by it, right?
1:44 PM EDT
No. If you hear of it, it is a second-hand experience.
4:03 PM EDT
ah! perhaps you are too scientific my friend... let me just say, if I wanted to elucidate, I would've... you need to know me a while before I would... thanks for taking the time to visit.
4:18 PM EDT